Now, isn’t it ironic that people these days spend invisible money (internet banking, credit card etc)…and even if you do use cash, it’s made out of either paper or the least valuable metal ever.
And never mind the fact there is still no satisfactory gold paint, and that a decent set of acrylics is the same price as a genetically modified trolley load of food from the supermarket….
so, we’re left with house value…
ever worked out how much it really cost, with the mortgage?
IT’S MADE OF CLAY!!
and the car…steel…

When I die, I want to be buried in a coffin which looks exactly like that of Tutankhamen, with real gold, but my face on it.
In the ground, in a secret location, and if any illiterate fool thinks that the curse written on my headstone is a joke, and digs me up, then… ….well…okay…maybe….maybe not.

Keep taking the tablets?
Absolutely!
But how a pharmaceutical corporation can charge the UK NHS £10 per ONE is way beyond me.

So, I’ll just quietly crawl back into my cozy cave, pick up my chalks and scribble some more.

Hmmmm
xxxx

Somehow I find it fitting that I read this work in a language other than my own, in a language other than its original, and yet the words (and their meanings, literal and metaphorical) floated effortlessly from the page and into my consciousness, as if that’s where they were meant to be–or indeed already were.

Thank you, Mr. Coelho. No, you most certainly are not alone.

I think it is magical simply because it was written solely out of expression. Not to please anyone, not to make money, just to create and understand one’s self. I feel we are all searching for what Paulo has written, and we are all trying to understand whats inside us. His perfect metaphor spoke to us, and made us feel cormforted that we are not alone in this self-discovering journey. I think thats why, he is so loved and is book is so magical. It is because in his work, we see ourselves, and we love- not only him or his characters or even the story, but more importantly- ourselves. The magic is Paulo’s books, is love, comfort and the hope that we ourselves are very capable of reaching our greatest dreams- for even when the world is against us, the universe will still conspire if your hearts are determined.
I will always love the alchemist, (for my own reasons) and it will always be one of my most magical books :)

Thank you for being
Yajna

Love
All Ways
Hildegarde

This is what the Alchemist did to me. I remember reading it, in parts, with tears of joy, to have found another who shared the same magic, a magic I had sometimes feared to have been of my own creation. In Paulo’s stories I found the confidence to believe in my magic, to realise I was not alone. It reminded me that life could really be wonderful and mysterious, that life was a kind of pilgrimage! The Alchemist watered the seed within me that is growing to be beautiful plant, the courage to listen to my heart, to live my life as a journey, an adventure.

I think this is why the Alchemist was so popular, in a simple way it speaks to people on the most intimate level of all, the level of their soul. In the mind is much room for mistakes. In the soul there can be no such misunderstanding, only shared truth, shared delight, shared love.

But as to the “Alchemist”, It’s about the Inner-Soul. The Inner-Word, where truthness has peeled appearances. The Inner-part bounded to the Whole.

Good night evrybody.